Post by Tilu on Mar 24, 2022 2:23:00 GMT -5
I put them in spoilers as they are massive blocks of text :')
Original:
A half-moon glowed on the smooth granite boulders, turning them silver. The silence was broken only by the ripple of water from the swift black river and the whisper of trees in the forest beyond.
There was a stirring in the shadows, and from all around lithe dark shapes crept stealthily over the rocks. Unsheathed claws glinted in the moonlight. Wary eyes flashed like amber. And then, as if on a silent signal, the creatures leaped at each other, and suddenly the rocks were alive with wrestling, screeching cats.
At the center of the frenzy of fur and claws, a massive dark tabby pinned a bracken-colored tom to the ground and drew his head up triumphantly. "Oakheart!" the tabby growled. "How, dare you hunt in our territory? The Sunningrocks belong to ThunderClan!"
"After tonight, Tigerclaw, this will be just another RiverClan hunting ground!" the bracken-colored tom spat back.
A warning yowl came from the shore, shrill and anxious.
"Look out! More RiverClan warriors are coming!"
Tigerclaw turned to see sleek wet bodies sliding out of the water below the rocks. The drenched RiverClan warriors bounded silently up the shore and hurled themselves into battle without even stopping to shake the water from their fur.
The dark tabby glared down at Oakheart. "You may swim like otters, but you and your warriors do not belong in this forest!" He drew back his lips and showed his teeth as the cat struggled beneath him.
The desperate scream of a ThunderClan she-cat rose above the clamor. A wiry RiverClan tom had pinned the brown warrior flat on her belly. Now he lunged toward her neck with jaws still dripping from his swim across the river.
Tigerclaw heard the cry and let go of Oakheart. With a mighty leap, he knocked the enemy warrior away from the she-cat. "Quick Mousefur, run!" he ordered, before turning on the RiverClan tom who had threatened her. Mousefur scrambled to her paws, wincing from a deep gash on her shoulder, and raced away.
Behind her, Tigerclaw spat with rage as the RiverClan tom sliced open his nose. Blood blinded him for an instant, but he lunged forward regardless and sank his teeth into the hind leg of his enemy. The RiverClan cat squealed and struggled free.
"Tigerclaw!" The yowl came from a warrior with a tail as red as fox fur. "This is useless! There are too many RiverClan warriors!"
"No, Redtail. ThunderClan will never be beaten!" Tigerclaw yowled back, leaping to Redtail's side. "This is our territory!"
Blood was welling around this broad black muzzle, and he shook his head impatiently scattering scarlet drops onto the rocks.
"ThunderClan will honor your courage, Tigerclaw, but we cannot afford to lose any more of our warriors," Redtail urged.
"Bluestar would never expect her warriors to fight against these impossible odds. We will have another chance to avenge this defeat." He met Tigerclaw's amber-gaze steadily, then reared away and sprang onto a boulder at the edge of the trees.
"Retreat, ThunderClan! Retreat!" he yowled. At once his warriors squirmed and struggled away from their opponents. Spitting and snarling, they backed toward Redtail. for a heartbeat the RiverClan cats looked confused. Was this battle so easily won? Then Oakheart yowled a jubilant cry. As soon as they heard him, the RiverClan warriors raised their their voices and joined their deputy in caterwauling their victory.
Redtail looked down at his warriors. With a flick of his tail, he gave the signal and the ThunderClan cats dived down the far side of the Sunningrocks, then disappeared into the trees.
Tigerclaw followed last. He hesitated at the edge of the forest and glanced back at the bloodstained battlefield. His face was grim, and his eyes furious slits. Then he leaped after his Clan into the silent forest. In a deserted clearing, an old gray she-cat sat alone, staring up as the clear night sky. All around her in the shadows she could hear the breathing and stirrings of sleeping cats.
A small tortoiseshell she-cat emerged from a dark corner, her pawsteps quick and soundless.
The gray cat dipped her head in greeting. "How is Mousefur?" she meowed.
"Her wounds are deep, Bluestar," answered the tortoiseshell, settling herself on the night-cool grass. "But she is young and strong; she will heal quickly."
"And the others?"
"They will all recover, too."
Bluestar sighed. "We are lucky not to have lost any of our warriors this time. You are a gifted medicine cat, Spottedleaf." She tilted her head again and studied the stars. "I am deeply troubled by tonight's defeat. ThunderClan has not been beaten in its own territory since I became leader," she murmured. "These are difficult times for our Clan. The season of newleaf is late, and there have been fewer kits. ThunderClan needs more warriors if it is to survive."
"But the year is only just beginning," Spottedleaf pointed out calmly. There will be more kits when greenleaf comes."
The gray cat twitched her broad shoulders. "Perhaps. But training our youn to become warriors takes time. If ThunderClan is to defend its territory, it must have new warriors as soon as possible."
"Are you asking StarClan for answers?" meowed Spottedleaf gently, following Bluestar's gaze staring up at the swath of stars glittering in the dark sky.
"It is at times like this we need the words of ancient warriors to help us. Has StarClan spoken to you?" Bluestar asked.
"Not for some moons, Bluestar."
Suddenly a shooting star blazed over the treetops. Spottedleaf's tail twitched and the fur along her spine bristled.
Bluestar's ears pricked but she remained silent as Spottedleaf continued to gaze upward.
After a few moments, Spottedleaf lowered her head and she turned to Bluestar. "It was a message from StarClan," she murmured. A distant look came into her eyes. "Fire alone can save our clan."
"Fire?" Bluestar echoed. "But fire is feared by all the Clans! How can it save us?"
Spottedleaf shook her head. "I do not know," she admitted. "But this is the message StarClan has chosen to share with me."
The ThunderClan leader fixed her clear blue eyes on the medicine cat. "You have never been wrong before, Spottedleaf," she meowed. "If StarClan has spoken, then it must be so. Fire will save our Clan."
A half-moon glowed on the smooth granite boulders, turning them silver. The silence was broken only by the ripple of water from the swift black river and the whisper of trees in the forest beyond.
There was a stirring in the shadows, and from all around lithe dark shapes crept stealthily over the rocks. Unsheathed claws glinted in the moonlight. Wary eyes flashed like amber. And then, as if on a silent signal, the creatures leaped at each other, and suddenly the rocks were alive with wrestling, screeching cats.
At the center of the frenzy of fur and claws, a massive dark tabby pinned a bracken-colored tom to the ground and drew his head up triumphantly. "Oakheart!" the tabby growled. "How, dare you hunt in our territory? The Sunningrocks belong to ThunderClan!"
"After tonight, Tigerclaw, this will be just another RiverClan hunting ground!" the bracken-colored tom spat back.
A warning yowl came from the shore, shrill and anxious.
"Look out! More RiverClan warriors are coming!"
Tigerclaw turned to see sleek wet bodies sliding out of the water below the rocks. The drenched RiverClan warriors bounded silently up the shore and hurled themselves into battle without even stopping to shake the water from their fur.
The dark tabby glared down at Oakheart. "You may swim like otters, but you and your warriors do not belong in this forest!" He drew back his lips and showed his teeth as the cat struggled beneath him.
The desperate scream of a ThunderClan she-cat rose above the clamor. A wiry RiverClan tom had pinned the brown warrior flat on her belly. Now he lunged toward her neck with jaws still dripping from his swim across the river.
Tigerclaw heard the cry and let go of Oakheart. With a mighty leap, he knocked the enemy warrior away from the she-cat. "Quick Mousefur, run!" he ordered, before turning on the RiverClan tom who had threatened her. Mousefur scrambled to her paws, wincing from a deep gash on her shoulder, and raced away.
Behind her, Tigerclaw spat with rage as the RiverClan tom sliced open his nose. Blood blinded him for an instant, but he lunged forward regardless and sank his teeth into the hind leg of his enemy. The RiverClan cat squealed and struggled free.
"Tigerclaw!" The yowl came from a warrior with a tail as red as fox fur. "This is useless! There are too many RiverClan warriors!"
"No, Redtail. ThunderClan will never be beaten!" Tigerclaw yowled back, leaping to Redtail's side. "This is our territory!"
Blood was welling around this broad black muzzle, and he shook his head impatiently scattering scarlet drops onto the rocks.
"ThunderClan will honor your courage, Tigerclaw, but we cannot afford to lose any more of our warriors," Redtail urged.
"Bluestar would never expect her warriors to fight against these impossible odds. We will have another chance to avenge this defeat." He met Tigerclaw's amber-gaze steadily, then reared away and sprang onto a boulder at the edge of the trees.
"Retreat, ThunderClan! Retreat!" he yowled. At once his warriors squirmed and struggled away from their opponents. Spitting and snarling, they backed toward Redtail. for a heartbeat the RiverClan cats looked confused. Was this battle so easily won? Then Oakheart yowled a jubilant cry. As soon as they heard him, the RiverClan warriors raised their their voices and joined their deputy in caterwauling their victory.
Redtail looked down at his warriors. With a flick of his tail, he gave the signal and the ThunderClan cats dived down the far side of the Sunningrocks, then disappeared into the trees.
Tigerclaw followed last. He hesitated at the edge of the forest and glanced back at the bloodstained battlefield. His face was grim, and his eyes furious slits. Then he leaped after his Clan into the silent forest. In a deserted clearing, an old gray she-cat sat alone, staring up as the clear night sky. All around her in the shadows she could hear the breathing and stirrings of sleeping cats.
A small tortoiseshell she-cat emerged from a dark corner, her pawsteps quick and soundless.
The gray cat dipped her head in greeting. "How is Mousefur?" she meowed.
"Her wounds are deep, Bluestar," answered the tortoiseshell, settling herself on the night-cool grass. "But she is young and strong; she will heal quickly."
"And the others?"
"They will all recover, too."
Bluestar sighed. "We are lucky not to have lost any of our warriors this time. You are a gifted medicine cat, Spottedleaf." She tilted her head again and studied the stars. "I am deeply troubled by tonight's defeat. ThunderClan has not been beaten in its own territory since I became leader," she murmured. "These are difficult times for our Clan. The season of newleaf is late, and there have been fewer kits. ThunderClan needs more warriors if it is to survive."
"But the year is only just beginning," Spottedleaf pointed out calmly. There will be more kits when greenleaf comes."
The gray cat twitched her broad shoulders. "Perhaps. But training our youn to become warriors takes time. If ThunderClan is to defend its territory, it must have new warriors as soon as possible."
"Are you asking StarClan for answers?" meowed Spottedleaf gently, following Bluestar's gaze staring up at the swath of stars glittering in the dark sky.
"It is at times like this we need the words of ancient warriors to help us. Has StarClan spoken to you?" Bluestar asked.
"Not for some moons, Bluestar."
Suddenly a shooting star blazed over the treetops. Spottedleaf's tail twitched and the fur along her spine bristled.
Bluestar's ears pricked but she remained silent as Spottedleaf continued to gaze upward.
After a few moments, Spottedleaf lowered her head and she turned to Bluestar. "It was a message from StarClan," she murmured. A distant look came into her eyes. "Fire alone can save our clan."
"Fire?" Bluestar echoed. "But fire is feared by all the Clans! How can it save us?"
Spottedleaf shook her head. "I do not know," she admitted. "But this is the message StarClan has chosen to share with me."
The ThunderClan leader fixed her clear blue eyes on the medicine cat. "You have never been wrong before, Spottedleaf," she meowed. "If StarClan has spoken, then it must be so. Fire will save our Clan."
Translated:
The smooth granite crescent shimmers and turns silver. Only the waves of the cliffs of the dark river and the hustle and bustle of the trees in the forest broke the silence.
A dark elastic figure slides on a rock and spins in the shadows. The exposed nails shine in the moonlight. The alert flashes orange. Then, like a quiet signal, the creature took off, and suddenly the roaring cat resisted.
In the frenzy of fur and claws, huge black spots of colorful ferns hung from the ground, and he raised his head triumphantly. "Heart!" Snoring subordinates. "How do you hunt on our land? The sunny rocks belong to the Sandeck clan!"
"Tonight, Tiger Claw, this will be another hunting ground for River Clan!" Fern-colored Tom bounced off.
He was worried that a warning cry would come from the shore.
"Watch out! More River Clan Warriors are coming!"
Tiger Claw saw a wet, shiny body slipping through the water under the rock. The soaked River Clan warriors quietly fell to the ground and took part in the battle without stopping the water from the fur.
A dark tab shines in the center of the oak tree. "You can swim like an otter, but you and your warrior don't belong to this forest!" She pulled his lips while the cat struggled under him. .... she broke her tooth on it.
The desperate screams of her cat from the Sanddark clan rose above the turmoil. The witty clan of Toms River had the dark face of a warrior. He was now poking his neck, and his chin was still hanging from where he swam across the river.
Tiger Claw heard the scream and fired Usher. With a big leap, she kicked an enemy warrior out of the cat. "Varquickvar, run!" She ordered before turning on the Toms River clan that was threatening her. Her mover shook her leg, frowned at a deep cut on her shoulder, and ran.
Behind her, Tiger Claw erupted in anger as the Toms River clan opened their noses. Her blood blinded him for a moment, but she hurried in front of her and sank her teeth on his hind legs. The River Clan cat screamed and fought freely.
"Tiger Claw!" The gourd came from a warrior with a red tail covered in fox fur. "This is useless! There are too many River Clan Warriors!"
"No, the red tail. The Sandeck clan never loses!" Tiger Claw jumped to the side of the Redtail and roared. "This is our territory!"
Blood was flowing around her huge black nose, so she hurriedly shook her head and spread a bright red drop on the rock.
"The Clan Sandeck respects your courage, Tiger Claw, but you can't lose any more warriors," Redtail urged.
"Blue Star did not expect her warrior to fight such impossible odds. There is another chance to avenge this loss." She saw the appearance of amber tiger claws. saw. she said. plus. Rice field. obtain. Rice field. They met constantly, turned around and jumped on the rocks at the edge of the tree.
"Retreat, Sundark Clan! Retreat!" She exclaimed. Her warrior swirled quickly and struggled to escape her enemies. Spitting and moaning, they receded towards the Redtail. The beating seemed to confuse the clan's cats. Did you win this battle easily? Then Ukart gladly shouted. As soon as they heard this, the River Clan warriors shouted and joined their agents to win.
Redtail saw his warrior. She flicked her tail to allow the Sandeck clan cats to cross the Sunning Rock and disappear into the tree.
Finally, Tiger Claw chased him. She hesitated at the edge of the forest, looking down at the blood-stained battlefield. His face was hard and his eyes were cracked. She jumped into a quiet forest after her clan.
In a deserted vacant lot, her old gray cat sat alone, staring at the clear night sky. Everywhere around him, I heard sleeping cats breathing and moving in the shadows.
A small turtle shell emerged from the dark corner, and the footsteps became faster and quieter.
The gray cat has a head and a beard. "How about travelers?" I wonder.
"Your wounds get deeper, my blue star," Biko replied, sitting on the cold grass at night. But he is young and strong. He will recover soon.
"And what about other people?"
"Everyone will recover."
Blue Star sighed. "I didn't lose the warrior this time. You're a talented medicated cat, Spottedleaf." She looked back at her head to study the stars. She wrote on Twitter: "I'm very angry with tonight's defeat. Since I became a captain, Sandark Run hasn't been beaten at home." "These are difficult times for our clan. The new coral reef season is late and I We have fewer young people. The Sandeck clan needs more warriors to survive. "
"But this year is just the beginning," said Spottedreif calmly. With the advent of Green Leaf, more combos will be available. ""
The gray cat shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe. But it takes time to train our youth to become warriors. In order for the Sandik clan to protect their territory, we must recruit new warriors as soon as possible. Hmm."
"Are you asking Star Clan for an answer?" When I saw a flock of bright stars in the dark sky, the blue stars gently touched the mottled leaves.
"In these times, we need veteran words to help us. Did Star Clan speak to you? Blue Star asked.
Not a blue star satellite.
Suddenly, a meteorite of the stars burned the top of the tree. The tails of the spotted leaves shrank and the fur rose.
She was stabbed in the ears of a blue star, but she kept her silence while her spotted reefs kept staring at her.
After a while, Spottedleaf bowed her head and turned to Bluestar. "It was a message from Star Clan," she wrote on Twitter. I saw a distant face in his eyes. "Only fire can save the clan."
"Shooting?" A blue star was floating. "But fire is afraid of all clans! How can we save it?
A piece of paper shook his head. She admitted, "I don't know." "But this is the message that Star Clan chose to share with me."
The leader of the Sanddark clan fixed her pale blue eyes to the healer. "You didn't do anything wrong, I found the leaves," she wrote on Twitter. "If Star Clan speaks, yes. Fire will save our clan."
The smooth granite crescent shimmers and turns silver. Only the waves of the cliffs of the dark river and the hustle and bustle of the trees in the forest broke the silence.
A dark elastic figure slides on a rock and spins in the shadows. The exposed nails shine in the moonlight. The alert flashes orange. Then, like a quiet signal, the creature took off, and suddenly the roaring cat resisted.
In the frenzy of fur and claws, huge black spots of colorful ferns hung from the ground, and he raised his head triumphantly. "Heart!" Snoring subordinates. "How do you hunt on our land? The sunny rocks belong to the Sandeck clan!"
"Tonight, Tiger Claw, this will be another hunting ground for River Clan!" Fern-colored Tom bounced off.
He was worried that a warning cry would come from the shore.
"Watch out! More River Clan Warriors are coming!"
Tiger Claw saw a wet, shiny body slipping through the water under the rock. The soaked River Clan warriors quietly fell to the ground and took part in the battle without stopping the water from the fur.
A dark tab shines in the center of the oak tree. "You can swim like an otter, but you and your warrior don't belong to this forest!" She pulled his lips while the cat struggled under him. .... she broke her tooth on it.
The desperate screams of her cat from the Sanddark clan rose above the turmoil. The witty clan of Toms River had the dark face of a warrior. He was now poking his neck, and his chin was still hanging from where he swam across the river.
Tiger Claw heard the scream and fired Usher. With a big leap, she kicked an enemy warrior out of the cat. "Varquickvar, run!" She ordered before turning on the Toms River clan that was threatening her. Her mover shook her leg, frowned at a deep cut on her shoulder, and ran.
Behind her, Tiger Claw erupted in anger as the Toms River clan opened their noses. Her blood blinded him for a moment, but she hurried in front of her and sank her teeth on his hind legs. The River Clan cat screamed and fought freely.
"Tiger Claw!" The gourd came from a warrior with a red tail covered in fox fur. "This is useless! There are too many River Clan Warriors!"
"No, the red tail. The Sandeck clan never loses!" Tiger Claw jumped to the side of the Redtail and roared. "This is our territory!"
Blood was flowing around her huge black nose, so she hurriedly shook her head and spread a bright red drop on the rock.
"The Clan Sandeck respects your courage, Tiger Claw, but you can't lose any more warriors," Redtail urged.
"Blue Star did not expect her warrior to fight such impossible odds. There is another chance to avenge this loss." She saw the appearance of amber tiger claws. saw. she said. plus. Rice field. obtain. Rice field. They met constantly, turned around and jumped on the rocks at the edge of the tree.
"Retreat, Sundark Clan! Retreat!" She exclaimed. Her warrior swirled quickly and struggled to escape her enemies. Spitting and moaning, they receded towards the Redtail. The beating seemed to confuse the clan's cats. Did you win this battle easily? Then Ukart gladly shouted. As soon as they heard this, the River Clan warriors shouted and joined their agents to win.
Redtail saw his warrior. She flicked her tail to allow the Sandeck clan cats to cross the Sunning Rock and disappear into the tree.
Finally, Tiger Claw chased him. She hesitated at the edge of the forest, looking down at the blood-stained battlefield. His face was hard and his eyes were cracked. She jumped into a quiet forest after her clan.
In a deserted vacant lot, her old gray cat sat alone, staring at the clear night sky. Everywhere around him, I heard sleeping cats breathing and moving in the shadows.
A small turtle shell emerged from the dark corner, and the footsteps became faster and quieter.
The gray cat has a head and a beard. "How about travelers?" I wonder.
"Your wounds get deeper, my blue star," Biko replied, sitting on the cold grass at night. But he is young and strong. He will recover soon.
"And what about other people?"
"Everyone will recover."
Blue Star sighed. "I didn't lose the warrior this time. You're a talented medicated cat, Spottedleaf." She looked back at her head to study the stars. She wrote on Twitter: "I'm very angry with tonight's defeat. Since I became a captain, Sandark Run hasn't been beaten at home." "These are difficult times for our clan. The new coral reef season is late and I We have fewer young people. The Sandeck clan needs more warriors to survive. "
"But this year is just the beginning," said Spottedreif calmly. With the advent of Green Leaf, more combos will be available. ""
The gray cat shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe. But it takes time to train our youth to become warriors. In order for the Sandik clan to protect their territory, we must recruit new warriors as soon as possible. Hmm."
"Are you asking Star Clan for an answer?" When I saw a flock of bright stars in the dark sky, the blue stars gently touched the mottled leaves.
"In these times, we need veteran words to help us. Did Star Clan speak to you? Blue Star asked.
Not a blue star satellite.
Suddenly, a meteorite of the stars burned the top of the tree. The tails of the spotted leaves shrank and the fur rose.
She was stabbed in the ears of a blue star, but she kept her silence while her spotted reefs kept staring at her.
After a while, Spottedleaf bowed her head and turned to Bluestar. "It was a message from Star Clan," she wrote on Twitter. I saw a distant face in his eyes. "Only fire can save the clan."
"Shooting?" A blue star was floating. "But fire is afraid of all clans! How can we save it?
A piece of paper shook his head. She admitted, "I don't know." "But this is the message that Star Clan chose to share with me."
The leader of the Sanddark clan fixed her pale blue eyes to the healer. "You didn't do anything wrong, I found the leaves," she wrote on Twitter. "If Star Clan speaks, yes. Fire will save our clan."